It's All Just Stuff

It's raining here today.Maybe it's raining where You are too.In the last twenty-four hours,we've had both tornado and earthquake.But You knew that.
People lost precious 'stuff.'Their homes wrecked, property destroyed.Photos lost and mementos gone.Two days before, they counted that stuffAs their nearest and dearest.
That is, until now, when they looked aroundand saw that they still had Your best gift.Your treasure without compare.Your precious memento of being.Their lives.
-Brenda Wood, Community Writer

It's raining here today.Maybe it's raining where You are too.In the last twenty-four hours,we've had both tornado and earthquake.But You knew that.

People lost precious 'stuff.'Their homes wrecked, property destroyed.Photos lost and mementos gone.Two days before, they counted that stuffAs their nearest and dearest.

That is, until now, when they looked aroundand saw that they still had Your best gift.Your treasure without compare.Your precious memento of being.Their lives.